Direct hit: a disapproving dive bomb, a bird’s rebuke on my blog?
When a Critic Came to Roost or…
Yesterday the mercury neared 70 degrees, a veritable heatwave for the Pacific Northwest! With every door wide open to capture the moment, I returned from planting kale to find an airborne intruder in the house. A Spotted Towhee, startled by two bombastic bulldogs, darted around my kitchen like a BB in a Pachinko machine. Cornered between wall and window, I gently closed in and cupped the little guy in my hands, careful not to trip over the always curious and underfoot Boz and Gracie. (“Is that a treat, is that a something to eat?”)
Outside I opened my palms skyward and off he flew to meet his mate in the maple tree out back. Throughout the day, I discovered droppings that seemed particularly targeted. I don’t wish to project, but on my journal, really? And on my laptop, with homepage set to this blog, really? And then today, I see the towhee took respite in a porcelain nest scheduled to hold my morning oatmeal. Not take it personally, really? I was grateful a goose had not landed in my kitchen, as calling cards from a four-ounce bird are message enough. My feathered aerialist, I get your Post-Its loud and clear. We’ll see who puts out thistle seed in the feeder this week, alright.
I just can’t leave you this image as the final photo in the post, so here to help fade it from your memory and celebrate a rare sunny day are some photos from Tall Clover.
Bluebell bouquets bound for the Saturday Market
Reflections of a sunny day
My fence of fallen branches snakes along at pace determined by high winds and my industriousness.